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I placed my head against the door. I looked out the small window to the outside of the common area.
"Fuck" I thought as I walked back to the steel bunk bed.
I couldn't believe she got the best of me.
Now I was looking like the bad guy. Who knows how much time ima spend here.
I shook my head just regretting ever messing with that bitch.
I gave her everything. I made her. I exposed her to different people in the industry.
Fuck.
I shook my head again.
Then Gia's face popped up in my head.
I closed my eyes and thought of everything I put her through.
I cheated.
I mistreated her.
I was a bad husband.
Shitty as hell.
Damn I missed her. I miss her touch. Her voice. Everything.
I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach as if I was nauseous.
Regret.
I laid on the thin mattress and closed my eyes.
Who knows when Ima get out of here.
Or if ima ever come back from this.
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Camila B.
I woke up in a hospital bed with my best friend by my side.
I looked around and I had an IV on my right hand. A bunch of cables hooked up to my chest.
A machine that wouldn't stop beeping, oxygen hooked up to my nose, a cast on my left leg and arm and I was in pain.
"Where am I?" I said still confused and dizzy on how I got here. I tried to remember but I couldn't. It was all a blur.
My best friend got up, "Hey boo you're in at the hospital you suffered a severe concussion, your arm and leg are broken. The doctors just want to make sure there is no internal bleeding before discharging you tomorrow morning. They ran a couple tests and i'm sure the results will be ready soon."
"Arm and leg broken?" I mumbled. Then it hit me. Brandon.
I felt tears falling non stop.
I couldn't stop. All I could remember now is him pushing me and then after that nothing.
